Oh Thomas, my Thomas! We've accused you almost 2,000 times (Each year since our Lord Ascended) Of having no faith Of having no courage....

My mountain My mountain My poor, dear mountain, How I weep for you! You who bowed under The feet of Our Lord. You who lifted up Moses and Elijah. You who witnessed the Transfigured Christ and Sheltered the Apostles, Who could not bear His light. I wail for our people. These children of Abraham Who suffer and hate.... As much as they love and celebrate. How do I know? I see it. I hear it. I live it. I will not forget that birthday When I set my eyes on you. After 3 days A tomb

Humans have a capacity for understanding, and living, within the infinitude of God now and into eternity. It is a fact and a desire deep within us. It pervades our body, our intellect, our emotion, our relationships, and most importantly, our spirit. For the vast majority of people, however, there is a failure even to recognize its presence, God's inward presence, at any level. For some, there is a dismissal of what is beyond the human intimacies of hearing, seeing, touching,

Awake and arise my little children. I am not here to tell you a bedtime story, I am here to tell you the truth. Awake and arise so I can tell you about the Christ. Did you not hear me my little ones? He is risen. Truly, He is risen. Why do you not leap to your feet and run to Him? Can you not say a word? Filled with fantasy you cannot recognize Him But only the characters in slumber’s play. You have been lulled to sleep You cannot see Him anymore. Re-live the farce of His be

Icons tell more than a story. They explain the faith As brought to us by God Who came in the flesh Himself. They illustrate the love of God Through the lives of those who lived And breathed to their last breath The Holy Spirit among us. Icons point us to our own inner journey And guide us on our exterior one. They open us to God who walked in our shoes And remind us that God has never left our side. We are clear on what icons are And what they are not. We do not worship them.

When was the last time I reflected on The possibility of Eternal punishment? It's such a sick, sad, twisted affair. No, not this thing We call damnation. Not even the fate of sheep and goats. It's this place we call life That really bothers me. The pit we call human relationships. A real cesspool of humiliation and degradation. All the while These two realities Stare us straight in the face: The world of now and the world to come. Rarely a motivator Infrequently a rejuvenator

Ways shallow that Weigh down. Panes clouded that Pain all around. Minds confused and Mines that are fused. Traps that are lain and Slaps that remain. Evil sows and Chaos ensues. Humans pursue and Death reaps... The not too few. What is one to do? Eyes closed and Mind still. Breaths deep and Heart open. Acquire the Spirit Who is and Who was And ever shall be the Heavenly King. Comforter Spirit of Truth Breath of God, and Giver of Life. Holy Spirit stained-glass window (Cathedr

Do not despise our feeble petitions In times of trouble. Rescue us from the curses that convulse The wretched lips of our enemies. Born into a world of sin, We struggle to maintain faith within. Teach us to partake of the Mysteries, Giving our all to God. Joachim and Anna Brought you into the Temple They presented you to the Lord, Who entered your womb. Brought up in piety Protected from vanity, You became the Mother of God And Mother to all. Within thy love and compassion, W

It is getting late and My head hangs low. It is darker now and My tears begin to flow. It is desperate all round so My hands grasp Because they know. The divine language of love, Played on a rope Made of silence. With humility and love, I implore you. Give me shelter, So I may pray through the nights. "O Mistress, Empress and Lady, Defend all who are in danger and misfortune Or weak from many sins, And who stand before your holy Icon Praying with tears, humility, repentance,

As horrifying as it is to hear it and to speak it, the entire Christian world will once again witness the unfolding drama of the Passion during Holy Week. For many of us, this time will be one of sincere repentance and deep reflection. For some, it will be just another week marking the gentle return to spring. But for others, it will be the perfect time to deny, discredit and attempt to destroy the Truth. This last group consists of people who ally themselves with the forces